Talk about the sadness of space sharing _ The more people you care about, the less you can guess.

1, I don't lose my temper, I just don't lose my temper easily; Not that I don't love you, but in my heart.

Maybe you will never understand that I put you in the tenderest corner of my heart.

No one knows how much I envy those girls who have good girlfriends and boyfriends.

4. Because everything happens for a reason and everything happens for a reason. Now that we have done it, what are we talking about?

5. Don't do something that you regret. If you do, do what others regret.

6. Some people just miss and don't contact; Just pay attention and don't bother.

7. Be proud when your youth is limited and you can be proud.

8. If time could be turned back, everything would no longer be precious.

9. Nothing is eternal, and nothing is long. Find an excuse and anyone can go first.

10, sometimes the simplest desire has become the highest unattainable luxury.

1 1. True friends are hard to find, hard to leave and unforgettable.

12, a short separation can make you miss; Being apart can make you have me in your heart.

13. Time is the best gift one person can give to another.

14, I know, you are not with me. I know you won't be by my side. I know, I want to be alone.

15, I don't want to be ignored or forgotten. Especially you.

16, love, either makes people mature or deprives them.

17, I still can't let go of the paradise you promised me.

18, not everyone, when suddenly looking back, can see the person whose lights are dim.

19 I think, another time, another place, another identity, forget everything and start over.

20, sometimes like suffering from depression, you will suddenly feel bad. Occasionally, like having autism, I suddenly don't want to talk.

2 1, don't tell others that you had a bad day, and don't tell others anything, because it's useless to say it.

22. When you really believe that everything will be fine, everything will be really fine.

23. There are fewer and fewer important people around us, while those who stay with us are more and more important.

24, perhaps, pain is just a tax paid for growth, that's all.

25. The more people you care about, the less you can guess.

If he always holds an umbrella for others, why don't you wait for him in the rain?

27. Don't trust the feeling of a brake, always remember that feeling.

28. When you are dead set on falling in love with someone, you may no longer be proud.

29. What God didn't give me, no matter how tight my fingers are tied, will still leak; For me, no matter how much I miss the past, I will have it.

30. Sometimes, we shouldn't think too much, just follow our own wishes.

Tell me about the sadness of guessing people's hearts.

Tell me about the sadness of guessing people's hearts.

First, time flies, there will always be one or two graceful flowers that bloom like I like. Walking in the breeze, with leisure, makes the arc of life more complete. Missing is lengthened by time and wet by a new rain. The flowers I missed that year suddenly appeared in front of me, but I couldn't touch them.

Second, a friend is a guitar in a happy day, playing the joy of life for you; A friend is the spring breeze in a sad day, which gently blows away the sadness in your heart. Friends are mentors on the road to success, enthusiastically leading you to the sunshine. A friend is a bright light in failure and depression, silently driving away the haze of the soul for you.

Third, sometimes, a warm word and a knowing smile will be deeply moved; The scenery of life is heavy. Although I can't get all of it, I just want to stop and be moved by my heart. In the face of complex things, the heart remains unchanged and the feelings remain unchanged; A song of prime minister's thoughts makes you feel gentle as soon as possible. In the world of mortals, who is who's iron bone and who is who's heart will be buried in the dust. Only in the growing rings, are pure dreams filled and a heart left.

Fourth, forgive, but don't forget. Innocent, chivalrous to friends. Be happy, cheerful, tough and warm. This has nothing to do with personality. I hope I can wait for you, love you and wait for you in the next cycle of my life. A season of flowers, meet love, is complete. Looking back once and meeting you is happiness.

5. I like a kind of affection, shallow and faint, not far or near. When you read, you will have a warm heart and a soft heart. With the passage of time, I am getting old when I am young. I just want people to keep quiet, Wen Ya. It's been several years, but I hope my feelings will remain as calm as ever. On the other side of the silent time, let me wait for an inevitable spring blossom. Even if there is an occasional surge of emotion, it is peace and dignity in silence.

Sixth, what can touch your heartstrings is a bosom friend; What can hit your soul is love; What can make you mature is failure; What can be unforgettable is the experience; Is a friend who can really help; It is parents who can have no regrets; Is that children can never give up; The person who can teach tirelessly is a teacher; Is a companion who can be caring and attentive; A friend is someone who can accompany you all the way. We should cherish everyone around us.

Seven, fate never tells it where to go, the messy curve of the palm of your hand has been entangled by your warmth, entangled with the beauty and elegance of the whole flower. In the deepest cycle, it is the meeting and parting of generations. Why do deja vu dreams always haunt me, like a string in my heart? Don't mess around, just find the direction when you come. In which life, you became the cinnabar in my heart, and I was the unbeaten purples in your heart?

Eight, mature rice hangs its head, which is telling us to be modest; Groups of jackals round up prey together, which tells us to unite as one; Deep red plum blossoms in the snow tell us to be strong; Hard-working oxen are busy plowing fields, which tells us to be diligent.

Nine, childhood is a dream, dreaming of grandma's bridge; Childhood is a bridge, and then the road to the future; Childhood is the way to keep us away from childhood. Childhood is the wind, blowing clouds; Childhood is a cloud, turning into the rain of the new year; Childhood is rain, nourishing new flowers; Childhood is a flower, watch the sunset glow with me.

Ten, raise my hand and put pen to paper forever, turn around and blend with the distant gobbledygook, which is an unrecognizable seal cutting. A short line will soon be left behind, recalled and turned over by you.

Eleven, the thin figure at midnight, printed under the dim street lamp, wandering footprints are deep and shallow, smiling, happy for many days, but sad for many years. The wind cannot beat the sun. A bunch of purple sunshine, a crescent moon and a ray of morning light at dusk mix the fragrance of tea and the bitterness of coffee into cocktails and sprinkle them in the wind. The untied ring of thoughts is full of flowers and regrets.

12. Sometimes, giving up is another kind of persistence. If you miss the splendor of summer flowers, you will definitely walk into the quiet beauty of autumn leaves. Everything, anyone, will become the past. Don't embarrass it. No matter how difficult it is, we must learn to get out. The years are quiet, and I really want to grow old with you. Take your time. No matter how long the night is, the day will come, and there will be cracks in life before the sun can shine in.

Thirteen, always, I feel the ever-changing life and sigh the tenacity of life. Often infected by a kind of obsession, infected by the infinite charm of words. Words, a lingering yearning, a clever thought, a release of mood, a relief of complex, a sustenance of feelings, a happy joy, often empty the trivial troubles in the heart to zero, so that the aestheticism or romance of words can stop at the bottom of my heart.

Fourteen, let the spring flowers bloom and dance at the slender fingertips, so that the style between the eyebrows is more changeable. I don't want tears to hurt my tenderness. You said that love is a lifelong companion, and I said that if you make a promise, you will share life and death with this heart.

Fifteen, it turns out that you have to wait until the wind and dust have exhausted the fragrant flowers before you can see the last round of clear full moon. ? No matter where you are, we will get together after vicissitudes. Everyone is a passer-by. I am your passer-by, you are my passer-by, and you and I are both passers-by of time. When you look back, that person has already been submerged in the vast sea of people, and we have no reason not to cherish the people around us.

In this world, don't rely too much on others, because even your shadow will leave you in the dark. Along the way, we bid farewell to a past and walked into the next scenery. The road is extending, the scenery is changing, and life is not eternal. Looking back after a long time, many things have been blurred, many people have forgotten, and only a few people and things are related to us, which is implicated in our happiness and happiness.

Seventeen, that year, violets bloomed and a bunch of moss turned red; A paper umbrella lilacs all the way, separated by a curtain of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, on which is a palindrome poem, playing a song of escape. A woman in plain clothes with a sad heart fell lightly into my city. Three thousand moss, little ink becomes a fool, and the smile in my eyes reflects your little smile. Graceful, elegant and silent, full of femininity and charm at first sight.

18. Walk around, make tea and wine, and play a game of chess. Clouds are light and the wind is clear, listening to the silent leaves and flowers, leaving only the fragrance everywhere. After crossing the Songqiao Bridge, you can look around, hang a hook and play with fish. The scenery is unparalleled and elegant. Going out is green, going in is green. Sheng Xing is singing in the wind, wandering in the hubbub, lying on his back on the eaves of pine and cypress, hiding his face with his hands, letting the sunshine fly between his fingers, talking about forgetting the floating life like water.

Nineteen, how many mottled alleys have I walked through, wandering under the vicissitudes of the old tree again and again, walking on the edge of missing, quietly listening to the erhu sound that was rejected in the autumn wind, slowly, I closed my eyes and walked with bumpy steps to find, to find the song that reminded me of missing.

Twenty, the story of youth is always like a short thunderstorm in midsummer, which comes without warning, goes quietly, is a little scared, a little desperate, a little painful and a little sweet. After bidding farewell to that time of tears and laughter, I will suddenly feel a little sad and relieved in the crashing memory. Years have engraved sleepless days, but still can't dispel the profusion of Shan Ye in the depths of memory.

Twenty-one, bathed in mellow words, like wandering in the harbor of the soul; Meeting in time and space is like walking in spring; Even though the distant mountains are separated by the sea, the scenery from one shore to the other is still rooted in the heart. Watching the snow dance, wrapped in white, snowy days, snowflakes rise in my heart.

Twenty-two, this spring, I often go to the spring in my spare time. See Spring Festival, Peach Blossom, Begonia and Magnolia in March, and Pear Blossom in April. Snow-white pear, with a faint fragrance, falls at the bottom of warm and bright eyes and stops in a peaceful and quiet heart. A sweet memory, overflowing with the coolness of time, through the cold and clean pear blossoms like snow, dyed the fragrance and missed and warmed the feelings.

Twenty-three, quiet night, watching the curved moon, listening to the soft music of the night falling from the sky. My heart sings and dances under the stars and dances in my own world. The countryside is still a dream city. Think of me at the edge of the bamboo fence, with my long hair hanging freely, cooking a pot of tea with my heart brushed, and giving my heart to the stars in the lingering fragrance. The hazy moon is quiet and the stars are scattered all over the floor. I don't need anything tonight. I can have a drink with the meteor that enters the lamp, and make up for my weak soul in the ethereal and quiet realm.

Twenty-four, smart people learn, like an eagle fighting the sky, looking up at the endless earth; Stupid people study aimlessly, just like headless moths flying around; Diligent people study, like a winding river, which will eventually flow into the sea despite twists and turns; Lazy people study like wood in water. The greater the resistance, the faster they will go backwards.

Twenty-five, lush years, endless words, endless lingering. If I go back in time, I would like to keep it in my heart for a lifetime. Bathed in the enchanting prosperity of spring, holding the skirt of the wind and stepping on the morning dew, let my thoughts fly all the way. The four seasons are like songs, and the heart is clean. Look forward to the beautiful scenery of mountain flowers and never look back.

Twenty-six, looking back on past lives, this life has become attached, and the world of mortals is rolling, who can follow! The so-called Iraqis, water side, hard to rely on, tears flow thousands of times! A person leaning against the window, the bright moon in the sky, looking around, a person sad! Love is hard to cut, lovesickness is hard to break, I think about it day and night, and I look forward to it every night! Magpie in the branches, with sadness, hopeless heart, tears spilled on the skirt! Time flies, how can it be wasted? Beauty is easy to get old, but how to flow? If you are interdependent, don't leave!

Twenty-seven, the years have passed, and I can't stand the ruthlessness of red makeup to my pale face. Even after crossing the sea, it is difficult to reach Sangtian. The heart without water is silent and covered with rain. A dust-free encounter made me miss the sky. My mood is like the wind, blowing rain into flowers, and my childhood will never catch up with your white horse. Looking back, the industrious bluebird is in the mountains and rivers, full of gentle words.

Twenty-eight, think every night, grow old, and spend your twilight years among lovers. After a long separation, we get together less, and a thousand words pile up. People who want to cry are old. Can the shores of the Milky Way be as old as ever? Acacia is not over, and magpies begin to make trouble. What a pity! What a pity! After all, the surging water is just a legend. Who can shake it?

Twenty-nine, there is always a feeling of soul mate; There is always a tendency to feel at home; There is always a feeling of meeting and hating each other; There is always a deep concern or faint nostalgia! There is always a natural and mysterious spiritual power: it is caused by some words; Be moved by a feeling; Unforgettable because of an encounter; Looking back, I was deeply moved.

Thirty, the clear spring in the mountain, why is it better than the distant sea? You have your own innocence; Why is the grass on the roadside taller than Wei 'an's tree? You have your own persistence; The stars in the night sky, why are you brighter than the brilliant sun? You have your own talent.

It's thirty-one, and the busy days continue. We each rush about on the road of dreams, stopping occasionally, standing in the noisy crowd, looking far away, with no end in sight. I don't know when it got cold. Only then did we find that each of us will meet this kind of different people in our life, and some will pass by, leaving a vague face and lingering for three seconds.

Happiness exists every day. Just like air, water and salt, we cannot leave them in the future. Fortunately, many small things can bring us happiness. In this world, anyone can do nothing. Remember that leisure can bring happiness. Don't push yourself too hard.

Thirty-three, mother is a guzheng in trouble. When you are depressed, elegant melody flutters and green leaves are immediately in front of you; Mother is a breeze in frustration. When you are shivering, your care and warmth will accompany you to sleep peacefully. Mother is the fragrance of fatigue. When you are weak, you only need a few mouthfuls to refresh yourself.

Thirty-four, sitting on the ferry of time, watching the long years, going to Qiu Lai in four seasons and spring, those fleeting years have already slipped away from your fingertips. Some people say that the world of mortals is just ups and downs; Life is only impermanent when it is broken; Love is broken, but it comes and goes. And between gathering and dispersing, there are many joys and sorrows.

Thirty-five, people all over the world know that sometimes they can read each other in an instant without too many words. Just like this rainy night, it conveys a continuation of fate and endless feelings. It is an affectionate call day and night. I don't know where to start, but it is destined to be passionate.

Thirty-six, we should cherish the gorgeous flowers, but also cherish her calmness and freedom when flowers fall in succession. We have experienced too many things in this life, and some of them will stay. When we get old, we can remember it slowly. There is tenderness in smiling eyes. Just like drinking a cup of boiled water, it can meet people's demand for water.

With the breezy spring breeze, my thoughts will always fly over the green mountains and green waters, pass through the gorgeous four seasons, linger in my memory, whisper at my fingertips, beautify the spring with that string of whispers, warm the years and warm my heart.

Thirty-eight, get my hands on elegance, what do I take to engrave those amazing things in the past in the depths of my heart, and put pen to paper into sorrow, just because time has never stayed in the initial obscurity, and I have seen through the misty world of mortals and my own fragility, just like the sad beauty of breaking a cocoon into a butterfly, which contains those old souls.

Thirty-nine, the heart throbs and sighs, and the fog should wake up. So, when will the silence after Qian Fan be over? There is no water in this mountain, so don't forget to return. There are no flowers on this road, so don't miss it. Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Now that you turn around, don't say goodbye. A river and green hills listen to flowers, and flowers win a drunken beauty in life; A bouquet of sunset flowers, a piece of tea, a TIANYA DUAN.

Forty, the mountains and rivers have their own mountains and rivers, and one side of the mountains and rivers raises one person, just like the softness of Jiangnan, misty and rainy, depicting the beauty of Suzhou and Hangzhou, such as the sky. Just like vast expanse in the north, it is carved with the lofty sentiments of the people in the north and gulped down like drinking. Yunnan, where the white clouds rest, is naturally a beautiful view from the clouds. That kind of sigh is just like a child who dreams of traveling in a dream, so eager to go back in time.

Forty-one, the magical and wonderful meeting will always splash waves in my heart, moving and rejoicing, until dusk, until the dusk of life, remembering that my mouth is smiling at the sunset, and my heart is full of happiness. Happiness is that little faint taste, a look and a soft miss are full of charm and graceful heart.

Forty-two, life is like a boat, vacillating; Life is like water, plain and most beautiful; Life is like hemp, inextricably linked; Life is ups and downs as expected; Life is like wine, pure but not greasy; Life is like a bamboo, rising step by step. Life is about being born and living. The ever-changing life is like a life. Which way to take is your choice. Go along this road and stick to it, you will find the scenery along the way is beautiful, and life will change inadvertently, getting better and better!

Forty-three, now the ten-mile lotus is still dying, but it has lost its position as a hero. The rhetoric on the ground is still waiting for unknown celebrities to pick it up with a stubborn attitude.

Sometimes, the more you pretend not to care, the more you miss him.

1, you described me as unparalleled beauty in this world, and I know you are unparalleled beauty in this world.

At one time, I wanted to share all my secrets with you, but now, you are the secret in my heart.

3, living habits, you go left, I go right.

4. When you are in love, promise to get married again in your next life; After marriage, I often doubt that I have built a doomed love in my previous life!

5. Every parting is a person without tears. What is left for each other is the sound of the wind eating.

6. You wait for me to find out, and I'll wait for you to confess.

7. Sometimes, the more you pretend not to care, the more you miss him.

8. Choose the person who makes you happy for the rest of your life, not the one you have to try to please.

9. We are so worried about what may happen in the future that we forget to slow down and enjoy the present.

10, whether you have a pocket or not, my love will always be there.

1 1, someone taught you how to love, but we can't love.

12, goodbye, I love you so much. Although I am all thumbs, I have tried a lot, so I don't regret it. Now, I give you back my love. Can you give me back my little pride?

13, I am always afraid that one day you will find that I am not as good as you think.

14, even if the world is deserted, there will always be people who will become your followers.

15, precious things are always rare in this world, so there is only one you in this world.

16, saying goodbye without even time to prepare.

17, many times I don't know, but pretend to know; I know a lot of things, but pretend not to know; Many times I am unhappy, but I pretend to be happy. Actually, you don't understand me. .

18, the only one in this world, you have warmed my uneasy heart.

19, my world is meaningless without you, but I'm sorry, dear, I can only accompany you here.

20. There is no happiness when you should laugh, no tears when you should cry, and no commitment when you should write.